Five miles further along the path of Galahad was the Golgotha of Spirits, a resting place for the ancient Knights before the rule of King Morpheus. Galahad thought this would be a cruel joke, certain the Wizard of Metal would raise the fallen great to battle him. The great and honorable raised to do the bidding of the malignant Wizard of Metal, it was a splendid irony, in many ways.

Indeed, the wizard was already waiting for him, perched on tomb of Sir Neville, the greatest of the former kings knights. Upon seeing the approaching knight the wizard stripped the voluminous black robes off to reveal a set of splendid battle armor and a formidable battle staff, glowing an eerie chromium green.

Galahad dropped his traveling cloak and unsheathed his newly repaired sword, his shining armor glistening in the verdant glow of the wizard even in the half light of day. It was a somber and dreadful site to behold.

The wizard offered Galahad one last reprieve as honor required, but Galahad refused knowing that the might of this sorcerer would come crashing down on him and that there was little hope. And with the final rebuttal the wizard let loose his spell.

The ground trembled, the ancient cairns crumbled, tombs toppled, graves were ripped open, and the great fallen dead emerged on all sides of Galahad to do one more battle. The stink of musty death was all around him and even Galahads strong hope was shaken to the core as he took stock of the situation, grave though it was.

But the wizard had acted honorably so far, conforming to all the ancient forms of parley and chivalry, would he once again act so honorably in the sight of certain victory? Galahad had one last chance, he called for the contest of champions.

All the dead knights stopped their approach and gazed at their temporary master who urged them on to victory. But the dead would not continue, an ancient honor had been called for and their master had to respond in the proper fashion, honor being more powerful than the magic even of a great wizard such as this.

Personal honor now called into question the Wizard of Metal took the role of Champion of King Morpheus and of course Sir Galahad was Peoples Champion by default. The two approached each other to do battle witnessed by the risen dead who would not interfere. A fair match was called for and the dead would see to it that a fair match would be held.

The two began to circle each other, sizing their opponent up. The Wizard was an accomplished warrior, this Galahad could see from his stance and deft movements. Suddenly blows were being exchanged and the ringing of steel sword on iron-clad staff echoed through the Golgotha. More strikes and the more hollow metal thumping of armor was heard.

With each strike and blow Galahads sword and armor began to glow, red and blue. With each exchange the knights effectiveness was more damaging and the wizard was amazed, how did a simple knight rate strong magic? The wizard poured more of his power into his weapon and defenses and soon the two were a mass of glowing light battling for their lives.

Before long the wizard began to tire and with a swift and sure stroke through the wizards neck piece Galahad ran his sword through and through, severing the wizards spine cleanly and killing him instantly. There would be no magic the wizard could utter or sign that could save him; he dropped dead.

The risen dead knelt before the new champion then went to the wizard and removed something from him as they returned to their resting places, each being rebuilt as the dead dropped the pound of flesh of the wizard on the sites.

Galahad was left alone again to continue his journey.